This Is How I Behave on Half an Hour of Sleep.
I needed some stuff from Walmart, and decided to drive to the one in Hood River this morning for the fuck of it.
Except that: by the time I reached the Hood River exit, I’d psyched myself up to drive all the way to the Walmart in Idaho instead. I wouldn’t feel cruddy anymore if I could just make it all the way to a brand-new state. Clearly.
Did I mention my car’s tires are currently balder than my dad, and that I’m 2,000 miles overdue for an oil change? So this was absolutely the optimal time to do some interstate travel by my lonesome. Clearly.
Except that: by the time I reached Arlington, I remembered that the endless stretch of earth between Hood River and the Idaho state border is a barren shit-fest of wheat fields and dystopian fiction-inspired gloom, which is why I’ve never been able to make it all the way to the Idaho state border on any of my previous manic, sleep-deprived attempts. It suddenly became imperative to get back to Portland as fast as I possibly could. Clearly.
So that was 6 hours of my day that did not result in the acquisition of necessary consumer goods from Walmart — which, you’ll recall, was the whole point of leaving the house in the first place this morning.
I skipped the carrots, added tofu for protein, and doubled the chili powder because I still haven’t quite recovered my sense of taste.
I’ve never had real, pork-based posole, so I don’t know how it compares. But this one is pretty damn delicious. Hominy has a nice, chewy texture.